A MORTAL MUSE-VERSE MINE
She loved the idea
she would last in my lines.
Would last in my verse,
would last in my rhyme.
Forever be the muse
who'd stolen my time.
How long is forever
as to my short rhyme ?
FAME-WAS-TO-FADE-TOO-ONE-DAY
She trod the boards,
turned up on page.
Her portrait was painted,
she was all the rage.
Find life moves along,
even the so-very-fair age.
But her fame lived on
like a phantom on stage.
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